It’s another one of those days when I want to say all the things I’ve said a million times before. Ask the same questions that end in Why that never have a fulfilling answer. When I simply want to go on and on, hoping that if I say it enough, scream it enough, cry over it enough, that the answers will come or life will change or the bottomless cavern will finally empty itself from within me. One of those days when I stop myself, knowing how pathetic it is to continue to dwell and ache and hope. So, for today at least, I’m stopping. I won’t go there. However, I needed the comfort of the keys clacking and my guts spilling at least a bit. Now to push forward—or at least hold on against the current.